The Dom of My Dreams: A BDSM Novel (26 page)

           
“Pick them up and give them to me,” he said.

           
I leaned forward and picked them up.
 
Then I glanced down at his lap.
 
My bare pussy wept at the sight of his enormous erection stretched taut within his jeans.
 
He grabbed the panties, eyes on the road and with one hand on the wheel, and took a long whiff before depositing them in his jean pocket.
 

“Now spread your legs, lifting your right leg up on top of the dashboard and the other one stretched to the side.
 
I want to see that beautiful cunt while you touch yourself.”

           
The sound of his thick, hoarse voice barking out orders at me made my nipples constrict within the confinements of my white lace bra.
 
My cunt vibrated with uncontainable excitement as I lifted my right leg and rested it on top of the dashboard and spread the other one to the side to put my pussy more broadly on display.
 
I ran my hands down over the smooth curves of my hips, gliding them over to my thighs, letting my fingers trace a slow path down the smooth triangle that was now slick with moisture.

           
Seton’s eyes were on me.
 
He tried valiantly to focus on both the road ahead and on my titillating ministrations.
 
I smiled wickedly to myself at the knowledge that I was turning him on so much.
 
He may be the one barking out the orders, but I was the one in charge, for I had something that he clearly wanted.

           
Guess who’s got the power now, Mr. David Do-As-I-Say-Or-Else Seton?

 
          
Licking my lips, I closed my eyes and cleared my mind from everything but the here and now, putting my other senses to good use.
 
The sweet scent of lust stirred the air around us.
 
The hum of traffic and the car’s gentle purr filled my ears as I encircled my fingertips, teasing and feather-light, over my swollen clit, which now peeked out of the silky folds.
 
A moan of pleasure escaped my lips.
 

           
“Christ, Marjorie,” Seton breathed out, “you are so fucking sexy.”

           
My lips curved in a naughty little smile as I reached out and cupped one of my breasts, squeezing wantonly as I caught my nipple between my thumb and forefinger.
 
I pinched it lightly through the white lace bra and silk white blouse that concealed them.
 
For a second, I wished I had donned one of the nipple clamps Seton gave me, so that I could pull on the chain as I touched myself.
 

           
My eyes remained closed.
 
My lips were parted, blowing out raspy little breaths as I continued to pleasure myself.
 
The car made a few abrupt stops and sped off moments later.
 
Seton’s raspy breath now mingled with mine.
 

I made languid, rhythmic circles over my clit and slid two fingers inside my wet folds.
 
Soon all thoughts and sounds escaped me, only the pleasure taking over my body was real.
 
My hips bucked up and I let out a throaty purr as my fingers moved faster and harder—flicking, thrusting, stroking—as if in their own volition, making me pant and squeal with delight.
  
I was so close to coming that one rough flick over my clit was all it would take to get me off.
 

           
Can you see me, Seton?
 
Do you wish it were you inside of me, fucking me, bringing me to the brink of orgasm?

           
I was about to deliver the final flick that would send me over the edge and beyond when the car came to an abrupt halt.
 
Then I heard the sound of the car’s engine going off.
 
I opened my eyes and squinted at both the darkness outside and the sensual fog that filled my head.
 
I gasped when I realized where we were.
 
We were back at the town square—at the second level parking lot on Old South Street.
 

Confused, I shot Seton a quizzical look.

He was looking at me, eyes half-closed, jaw clenched, lips slightly parted.
 
My eyes dropped to his jeans.
 
His cock swelled proudly out of its confinements, curving up his torso.
 
Seton had freed his cock some time during the drive and it now demanded my undivided attention.
 

“Come sit astride me,” he ordered thickly.
 
“I want you to ride my cock.”

He gripped his hardened shaft tighter in his fist, a tiny bead of come crowning the flaring tip.
 
It looked like it was in pain, its round head purple and glistening with moisture.
 
His balls peeked out of his jeans, held up by the elastic waistband of his barely visible black briefs.
 
I licked my lips and turned my gaze back to Seton, who now had his eyes squeezed shut, wincing whenever he pressed his fingers tighter against his shaft.

His erection looked too delectable to be left alone.
 
Lowering my leg from the dashboard, I turned to Seton and, flashing him a wicked little smile, dipped my head to his lap and pressed my lips against the swollen head.
 
Then I sucked and licked all around it slowly.
 
Seton twitched and moaned and fisted one hand into my hair.
 
I let out a breathy chuckle as I ran my tongue over the crown’s underside, enjoying his reaction to my titillation.
 
Hungrily, I drew him into my mouth.
 
He pulsed and twitched inside me, both soft and hard, like velvet over steel.
 
Back and forth, I worked on his cock, stroking my tongue gently from the head all the way down to the base.

“Enough!” Seton growled, pushing me away.
 
“I said to ride me, not suck me.”
 
His eyes went dark with lust.
 
“Now get over here.
 
And leave your shoes on.”
 
He’d said that last part after I kicked off one of my pumps.

It wasn’t easy trying to sit astride him.
 
The steering wheel was in the way and I accidentally honked the horn several times.
 
I had to bend my neck in an awkward position to keep my head from bumping against the ceiling.
 
Seton helped me by putting both hands around my waist and hoisting me up and onto his lap, moving my thighs here and there, spreading them using his knees, settling me into a more comfortable position.
 
I squirmed in his lap—his shaft stretched exquisitely between us—and slid my arms around his neck.

“You are so fucking hot, my pet,” he murmured, his lips brushing mine in a teasing, tantalizing way.
 
“You drive me wild.”

His tongue flicked out and teased my parted lips.
 
I sighed and claimed his mouth in a full, passionate kiss.
 
To my surprise, he let me control the kiss, groaning when my tongue entered the fray.
 
I opened my eyes briefly and cast a glance at him.
 
His eyes were closed, thick lashes rested beautifully against high, masculine cheekbones.
 
His five o’clock shadow felt rough against my face.
 
He reached inside his jean pocket and extracted something that made loud crinkling sounds like a candy wrapper.
 
A condom.
 
We were really going to do it in this very public place.

I trailed soft kisses from his mouth to his ear, tugging on his earlobe as he nuzzled my face and then nibbled a hot path down my neck.
 
I was ravenous, kissing and sucking and nibbling and tugging.
 
I gave him one last kiss before I sat up straighter on his lap, tossing my hair over one shoulder, and looked at him.
 
Seton was slipping on a condom.
 
Excitement surged as I watched him prepare himself for me.
 

Our eyes met and the growling sound he made from deep within his throat did strange things to my pulse rate.
 
“Right,” he half rasped, half groaned as he tore my blouse open, “time for those gorgeous breasts to come out and play.”

Seton cupped my breasts and squeezed them together as he lowered his head and flicked his tongue across one hard nub.
 
Then his tongue swept from both nipples all the way to the underside of my breasts, leaving a hot, wet trail behind.
 
My bra was still on, damp with his saliva, the lace’s rough material straining against my hard peaks, pleasure-pain flaring through me when Seton’s lips enclosed a nipple.
 
Then his hands moved to the bra straps and lowered them until the cups flicked down and my nipples popped free.
 
He palmed and kneaded both mounds, kissing and licking on the valley between them.
 
I moaned and squirmed on his lap, rocking my wet, aching sex against his rampant erection, enjoying the way it pulsed and twitched whenever I wiggled on it.
 

He pulled away and looked up at me with amused half-closed eyes.
 
“Now it’s challenge time.”
 
His low, sexy tones vibrated through my skin.
 
“I intend to make you beg for me, my pet.”

I smiled a defiant smile.
 
“Don’t count on it.”

A devilish grin curled his lips.
 
“We’ll see about that.”

As if to emphasize his point, he leaned forward and lashed out his tongue over one nipple, then the other, sending frissons of heat throughout my body.
 
Seton’s fingers, mouth and tongue worked their magic on my breasts, shoulders and neck, and by the time he pulled away, I was all but boneless.
 
I groaned and gave him a pleading look, which he returned with a wolfish grin of pure male satisfaction.
 

“See,” he teased, his passion-filled eyes meeting mine, “I told you I would make you beg.”

“But I haven’t said anything.”

A look of smugness passed over his face.
 
“Your eyes told me.”

“Well, two can play
that
game.”
 

To prove my point, I wriggled roughly against his cock.
 
The sharp tremor that ran through him compelled me to flash him an arrogant smile of my own.
 

He chuckled softly and throatily.
 
“What a naughty girl you are, my pet,” he rasped out, his lips brushing mine.
 

“I am,” I countered, shifting my hips provocatively.
 
“And don’t you forget it.”

His breath was hot and damp when he gave me a big, earth-shattering kiss as he wrapped his hands around my waist and lifted me slightly.
 
My lips left his to let out a scream of sheer delight when he impaled me on his cock.

I hadn’t recovered from the sweet sensation that fluttered through me when he lifted me again.
 
He left me there, suspended in the air, situated just inches above his erection.
 
I whimpered and wiggled my hips, pushing my pelvis determinately downward, trying to free myself from his grasp.
 
But he held me tight, his fingers digging into my waist.
 
He rocked his hips up a little and teased my throbbing passage with the blazing tip.
 
My body tensed and my legs quivered as I tried to free myself from his firm grip, but he was too strong for me.
 
My gaze met his.
 
The grin that touched his lips was full of erotic mischief.

“What do you say?” he incited.

I shook my head and closed my eyes for a few heartbeats.

“Say it,” he commanded.
 
“Or else I shall move you to the passenger’s seat and drive you home.”

Ugh.
 
Bastard.
 
“Please, Sir,” I moaned, squeezing my eyes shut as my weeping, throbbing pussy clenched with need.
 
“Please!”

The sensual glint in his eyes said he had enjoyed hearing me beg.
 
He brushed a soft kiss across my lips and slowly eased me down to him.